Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.